12/12/12 A Difficult Day on Our Farm

Some days on our farm are easier than others, that’s true of every farm.  Some days are difficult due to the weather, equipment breakdowns, broken fences and even broken hearts.  Yes, broken hearts.

Yesterday our day began like any other day.  It was 5:30 and Kevin had left the house already, I picked up my phone to read what was new in the world.  I didn’t realize that one little move would change my entire day.  I opened a couple of stories about agriculture and how out of touch rural people were to their urban cousins.  Many of the article comments were harsh – proclaiming how ignorant rural America was to what was really happening in the world, how we were living in ancient times.  As I pondered the judgmental comments I closed out of the article to read a message I had received in the night.  What I read was heartbreaking news and it really put life into perspective.

I received word that one of our friends had lost their 8 year old son in the night due to a terrible accident.  I went numb.  A young life had been taken too soon; a family would be changed forever.  God had called an Angel home and hearts were broken.

As a mom, my heart ached for our friends and tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.  I felt that empty feeling in the pit of my stomach, the one that makes you feel very sick.  A million emotions came rushing to the surface, the need to go hug my kids and tell them I loved them.  I wanted to call my parents and tell them how much I appreciated and loved them, and I wanted my husband by my side.  I called Kevin and shared the terrible news with him; it rocked his world as much as it had mine.  We were both in shock.

In that one moment, all of the other news in the world seemed unimportant.  I didn’t have the energy to address the judgmental comments in that article about our rural way of life.  I felt the need to focus on praying for our friends and their children.  I wanted to help ease the pain my friends were feeling.  This desire to help my friends isn’t unique to Rural America or Urban America.  This is a common bond we all have.  In times of need, we as American’s come together to help our friends and neighbors.

My heart is still aching as I type this out, my mind can’t stop thinking of our friends.  Yesterday seemed to play out in slow motion for us on the farm, and I can only imagine how surreal it had to be for our friends.  There are no words to help make the pain go away.

Too many of our days are spent focusing on negativity, difference of opinions, who is right and who is wrong.  Yesterday helped me realize we all, Rural and Urban, need to embrace each day as a gift and focus on what we can do to make a difference in the life of our family, friends and neighbors, no matter how far away they may live.  It is so easy to pass judgment on people we don’t know, or situations we only read about.  It’s something we are all guilty of, no matter where we live.   The Rural/Urban divide is really a silly thing to argue about, we are all American’s and we should focus on that.

Yesterday helped me remember to appreciate every minute I have with my loved ones.  I recognized the people who were judging my way of life, have families too they are trying to protect and provide for.  They have struggles just like our family does; they may have lost a job or a loved one recently and their pain may have been expressed in their comments.

We shouldn’t allow anger and hate to cloud our vision for the future.  And as American’s, we shouldn’t let our country become divided by pointing fingers at those who choose to live in a different area of the country.  At the end of the day, where we live isn’t as important as how we lived our day.  Our children will benefit more from Rural American’s trying to understand the concerns of Urban America, and Urban American’s trying to understand the concerns of Rural America.  We all have a story to tell, and it’s time we told our stories to teach others about our way of life.  UNITED WE STAND!

About Chris Chinn

My husband, Kevin, and I are 5th generation farmers. We live on our family hog farm in Missouri with our two children. Our dream is that our children will have the opportunity be the 6th generation of farmers in our family.
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13 Responses to 12/12/12 A Difficult Day on Our Farm

  1. Dawn says:

    I know the pain you are feeling, Sorry is all I can say, I will put your family in my prayers at night, Life does go on, but it also changes, keep your head up as best you can.

  2. I be thinking of the family and sending good thoughts their way. So sorry to hear something like this happened. You are so right – in our attempt to understand each other we need to remember what’s really important and that we all need to support each other. Thanks for the reminder!

  3. KEN MCCARTHY says:

    good thoughts sent your way.

  4. wagfarms says:

    My number one fear is losing a child. The strength it would take to carry on…I just can’t even imagine. Thoughts and prayers to everyone touched by such a tragedy.

  5. Cara Riekhof says:

    We should not judge unless we have walked in the same shoes! Which will never happen 🙂 Great writing in this post, as always. Prayers for you and your friends and all other parents who have lost a child. Such a sobbering last few days.

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  7. pamela price says:

    Dear Chris, My heart goes out to you and your friends who lost their child. Words could not express how this makes me feel. And to sit here and know that people pass judgement everyday on one another. Taking care of one another and sticking together is what we have to fight for, each and everyday of our lives. United we stand?…..Yes!!!!….That is the part that people forget about.., We as americans are on our knees, pointing fingers and harrassing each other! I myself am not a farmer. But since I have been diagnosed with lupus, And know about our food supply first hand, I believe it is the Farmers that is the glue to our country., The life of farming is no picnic. They work harder than your average person. Hugs to you and all the farmers left that have not given up over the rediculous pressures of our government. There will come a time when each and every person will realize living in (ancient times as they put it) Will be the only thing that will save man kind..
    You keep farming and my god keep you, your family and all your friends safe. Praying for each and every one of you…….GOD BLESS!!!!!!

    • Chris Chinn says:

      Thank you Pamela for your prayers and support, they mean the world to all of us. Farmers everywhere appreciate your comments. Best Wishes to you with your diagnosis, I will pray for you as well. Stay STRONG and never give up!

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